Eased Pain (Klaine)

Chapter 2: Blaine

This chapter is  way shorter and from Blaine's P.O.V.

There is also some cussing and I apologize. This is your warning, if cussing offends you don't get mad with me plzzzzzzz...

Enjoy :)

    Chapter 2: Blaine

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  "Damn kids, ain't good fer nothin'" Richard Anderson blurted in his usual slurred voice as Blaine wiped the sweat off his forehead. He had to reposition their big flat screen T.V., whom his dad called Betty when drunk enough so basically everyday, about 40 times. I wished he'd make up his drunken mind. Blaine thought, but kept it to himself and instead asked,

" This good?" he just wanted to get as far away from this man as possible. His dad nodded,

"Yeah, sure boy. That's good fer now." he said collapsing on the couch. I really just wanted to get away from him.

"Okay." I began to walk away ,but he called me back,

"Now where do you think your goin'?" I figured I couldn't get away that easily.

 "To unpack." I answered simply. 

"Get back here." he commanded and I obeyed. I walked over to where he lay. I was towering over him," Get down here to eye level." I did. He raised his hand and struck me across the face. The left side of my face erupted in pain. Damn it! I thought, but didn't say a word.

"Is that all?" I asked in an emotionless voice. He took his hand and struck me again, on the right side of my face. I felt I could cry, but I knew I ouldn't in front of him.

"Now I'm done. Get the hell outta my sight." he said, and I walked down the narrow hall to my empty, unless you count all the boxes, room. As the first tear fell, I picked my phone up from my bed  and it was flashing red, symbolizing I'd received a text. It was from my mom. My father had no clue I was still in contact with my mom. And, thankfully, she had no clue about the abuse. If either of them had, all hell would break loose. My dad wasn't always so drunk and mean. It mainly happened after my mom left him. He was always rude to her, very rude, but he never once hit her. She left him,but she couldn't win custody of us because my dad lied in the court, as punishment of her leaving.

"Hey hon. How's ur day goin?" the text said. We don't care about grammar when we text, which is just fine with me.

" Hey mom. I'm fine. Just unpacking. how bout u?" I tried to sound normal.

"Workin. I just met a very nice boy." She replied.

"Thts cool mom," I replied, trying to sound interested, though she probably met tons of them a day at the hospital.

"Yea, he was sweet. He goes 2 McKinley High." she replied. Poor kid.

"That's neat." I really felt sorry for him.

"Yea, his name is Kurt Hummel. Age 17, cute, and I think he's ur type." she said though I didn't ask.

"Awesome mom." I texted her, but I wasn't sure she could tell I was being sarcastic.

"I meant I think he's gay." she replied. Oh, that one surprised me. She usually never called anyone gay, even if the were a guy kissing another guy.

"Mom, he is not a jar, don't label him." I sent.

" Ok I'm sorry. But really, u need to get urself a boyfriend."

"I just had one. Sebastian, remember?" I sighed. It took a minute for her to text back so I resulted to unpacking. I put the closest box on my bed. I opened it and pulled out the first thing my hand touched. i was an old family picture. It was of my dad, before the violence and drinking, my mom, when she was happy, my little sister Emily, before she knew the horrors of this world, and me, before I knew the monster my dad would soon become. I put it on my night stand, then my mom texted me back.

" I wouldn't call it a relationship. only because of ur reasons. I would call it a close friendship."

This is why I'm beat. I'm gay, and my dad don't like it. Also because I look so much like my mom, and he is plenty pissed at her.

" I'll look for him mom."

" Ok hon."

" I've got 2 go now mom, goodnight." It was 10:30, so I cleared my bed, and went to sleep. I knew the next day would be torture.